I would break the curse. I’d have my fun wedding hookup and I would not be marrying her after. If I had it my way, I’d never have to see her again, either. Joke’s on me. I run into her in the most unlikely of places. My oil rig in the middle of the ocean. Poseidon must have gotten a laugh at that one. She’s everywhere I turn, making an already dangerous environment even more treacherous. Raging waves below. Raging desires above. She’s a siren singing to me. I’m ready to dive in. But she’s not. I’m her brother’s best friend. But I could win her over. And that’s just what I’m going to do. Come hell or high water, this girl is mine, and our future? Well. Maybe I won’t break that curse after all.